She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
I wonder how my house sees the snow. Does it hate the feel? Or does it see it as a blanket to wear through the dark chill? Does it look forward to dew and the rays of the sun kissing its shingles? Because I sure do. Oh, Lord, I do.
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